the fifth would squeeze in, covering us with our only blanket.
When we wanted to turn over some one would say, “About.”
The odd man would get up, all turn over, then he would jam in again.
So we lay, packed like sardines in a box, keeping alive from the warmth we received from each other.
After a while sinks were dug, and the lines extended so as to take in the brook that ran in the rear of the camp.
Nearly all the men were barefoot, and it was laughable to see us wash.
We stood in the water, which was very cold,. and danced while we washed our faces and hands.
Besides our other troubles we were in constant fear of being shot by the guard.
One evening, as we were gathered in little groups around the fires, we heard a shot and saw Lieutenant Young
of the 4th Pennsylvania cavalry throw up his hands and fall dead.
Upon investigation we learned that one of the guards had asked another if he supposed he could hit a man at that distance.
A doubt being expressed he drew up his piece and fired, with the result as stated.
Another time an officer was waiting with his axe on his shoulder to go out for wood.
He was standing several feet from the dead line when the guard fired,--killing him instantly.
We made every possible effort to have the rebel officers take some action that would prevent our comrades from being murdered.
The guard who did the shooting was relieved one day, and the next appeared on duty on the front line of the camp.
As far as we could learn he was never reprimanded.
The presidential election was drawing near, and was the subject for discussion in the prison.
The rebels were much interested in it, and their papers were filled with complimentary words for General McClellan
, the Democratic